Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
X-101,
Can,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Technova,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.